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      • The Overland Stage: 5 – Julesburg to Junction Station (aka Ft Morgan)
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      • The Overland Stage: 11 – Pass Creek to Bridger Station
      • The Overland Stage: 12 – Bridger Pass to Duck Lake
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      • The Overland Stage: 14 – LaClede to Almond
      • The Overland Stage: 15 – Almond to Rock Springs
      • The Overland Stage: 16 – Rock Springs to Fort Bridger
      • The Overland Stage: 17 – Fort Bridger to Weber Station

I find I don’t wish to explore new lands, but to explore again those I have already passed through, trying to see what I’d missed in the first hectic rush … Gerard Van der Leun

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The Idaho Hotel

The New American Digest Posted on May 8, 2025 by DTMay 7, 2025

Originally built in Ruby City in 1863, it was moved – piece by piece on sleds – to Silver City in 1866 when Ruby City lost county seat status. The hotel was able to hold a Christmas Eve Ball that year. Water was piped-in by 1868 and hot or cold baths were available at all hours.

Silver City lost county seat status in 1834. The hotel closed in 1942 and like the rest of the town, faded into oblivion and disrepair.

… until 1972 when the hotel was refurbished, updated to include indoor plumbing, and opened for new business. It is now a tourist destination (but doesn’t truly cater to tourists). The town never burned down and many of the buildings date from the early mining days.

The hotel is now open from roughly Memorial Day to the end of October, weather permitting. There are 13 rooms with no electricity. No TVs, no hair dryers, no lights … no electrical outlets. Only a few of the rooms have heat. No smoking strictly enforced.

No in-room bathrooms. Reservations made several weeks in advance are requested; the hotel is often filled. Dinner reservations also need to be made at least a week in advance; supplies only arrive … occasionally. Good food though I hear.

All this for about $150/night (not including meals). Closed Tuesday and Wednesday nights.

Silver City, in extreme SW Idaho, is now classified as a ghost town, but the ghosts there carry guns if one tries to pick around for antiques.

Silver City is up in those hills

Founded in 1863 when silver deposits were found nearby, the town reached its peak in the 1880s with a population of about 2500 and over 250 mines in the area; one of the major towns in the Idaho Territory. At one time, the region had 12 mills from which over $60M (1880s) of gold and silver were processed. It became the county seat in 1867 and kept that status longer than it kept active mines. One nearby silver mine re-opened in 1977 but shut down in 2000.

Traffic between here and Idaho City – another major mining town in Idaho Territory 100 miles away – crossed the Boise River at what would become Boise City; a handy supply point for the mining regions both north and south (Boise City also happened to be on the east-west trail along the Boise River to Oregon).

Silver City was among the first places in Idaho to have electricity (1890s) and telephone service (1880) … because of the mining activity.

A remote location, difficult to get to even now and at an elevation of just over 6000 ft; when the mines played out, the town was almost abandoned – having a population of 1 in the 1940s; the last resident had lived in the old hotel.

Today, there are three businesses in town including the hotel but no services. “No services” includes no gasoline, no repair shops, no rescue services; no towing operations. The nearest “city” (pop 130) is Jordan Valley, Oregon – 25 miles and more than an hour away; there is no grocery store in Jordan Valley (but a good ice cream shop).

Boise City is 50-75 miles away – depending on where in the metro area – it’s close to a 3-hour drive. The road to Silver City is OK for passenger cars but not for speed. It is virtually inaccessible in winter. Heavy rain in summer can make getting up through part of the canyon interesting as well.

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Recommendation

The New American Digest Posted on May 7, 2025 by DTMay 7, 2025

I’ll not often provide a link to other web sites; they’re there if someone wants to look them up … but this one I’ll recommend.

Eric Peters writes some interesting stuff.

www dot ericpetersautos dot com/2025/05/06/no-timeline/

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Stranger In A Strange Land

The New American Digest Posted on May 7, 2025 by DTMay 7, 2025
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Honey Locust

The New American Digest Posted on May 6, 2025 by DTMay 6, 2025

In full early leaf now; the yellow will change to dark green as the season progresses … then back to yellow, then brown.
This one’s a male – no pods.

It was either a pleasant view of spring leaves or a rant about the Fed spending $2.5B on renovations. So much for DOGE.

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Tunes For Tuesday – B52s “Private Idaho”

The New American Digest Posted on May 6, 2025 by DTMay 7, 2025

A sample of some obscure – and some maybe not obscure – tunes from my strange and off-the-wall collection.

Today’s selection: B-52s – “Private Idaho” 1980

“Idaho is pretty mysterious to all of us. I know it’s a beautiful state, but then I know there’s also a lot of crazy right-wingers and all that stuff.“

Home.

The band never played in Idaho until 2011.

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Suzie

The New American Digest Posted on May 5, 2025 by DTMay 5, 2025

A very, very, very long time ago … so long ago, Eisenhower was still president – there was this girl you see …

3 foot two; eyes of blue. At the time.

I remember her mother and mine being good friends.

I remember Scott White … but I don’t remember getting into a fight with him over her. But she does.

I remember smoking corn silk cigarettes with her behind the garage.

I remember discovering the differences between boys and girls with her … behind the garage. When too young to care.

I remember that garage … 🙂

I remember “breaking up” when her family moved away. (Kennedy might have been President by then. Maybe not yet.)

I remember our family moving away … then her family moving into the neighborhood we had moved to.

I remember we got “engaged” on our front porch. Kennedy was President by then.

I remember she was the first girl I saw naked when I was old enough to appreciate such things for what they were. Earlier didn’t count.

(I remember it was a couple more years before that happened again.)

I remember our paths splitting apart when puberty hit. Way apart.

I remember her complaining I spent too much time studying and not enough partying (just how much was enough???)

I remember my youngest brother asking when she had gone into heat when she got pregnant young.

I remember hearing she died in a drug deal gone bad down in Mexico someplace.

I remember finding out – 40 years later – she hadn’t died. (But I had gotten used to idea she had died.)

I remember finding she had tuned into a burned out, worn out, bedraggled druggie living on welfare in “public housing”.

I remember finding out we had nothing in common except hazy, half-remembered, no longer desired memories.

I remember today is her birthday.

I know memories can carry more weight than reality.

Happy Birthday, Suzie. I know where you are … and it doesn’t matter anymore.

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letter to my Self…

The New American Digest Posted on May 5, 2025 by JeanMay 4, 2025

First published July 21, 2008

stay with me
as I need you most
more than any other
in the present ever.
allow what is in me
to be
awake and seeing
all I am and have.

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Winter

The New American Digest Posted on May 5, 2025 by DTMay 4, 2025

I know I’ve declared winter over ’round these parts but I need to remind myself that on May 5, 2022, it looked like this outside my back door.

Weatherman suggests a high of 70 today … with 90s by end of week (???).

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Osmosis …

The New American Digest Posted on May 4, 2025 by JeanMay 4, 2025

First published June 29, 2008

and there I see,
in you, and therefore
bring to me,
much love and
hope and reasons
why
this life, today, is
worth more time
and not yet ready, in
spite of grief, to stop
and say good-bye.

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the second world

The New American Digest Posted on May 4, 2025 by ghostsniperMay 4, 2025

a tour of “you don’t wanna go there”
written by: el gato malo of “bad cattitude”, May 3rd, 2025
Suggested by ghostsniper

people are familiar with the common construct of “the third world.” they are also familiar with the idea of “the first world.” what’s interesting to me is the idea of how one becomes the other and the presumption of the causality and the pathways by which that occurs. it’s worth some exploration.

worryingly, this is a topic on which i think most people’s intuitions and utopian hopes are hopelessly wrong to the point of being outright dangerous.

in an attempt to clarify and circumvent such, i’d like to add a new construct to the list, that of “the second world” and this is important because it is not at all what most people think.

The article is here:

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Gerard Van der Leun
12/26/45 - 1/27/23


Gerard's Last Post
(posthumous): Feb 4, 2023
"So Long. See You All a Little Further Down the Road"

When my body won’t hold me anymore
And it finally lets me free
Where will I go?
Will the trade winds take me south through Georgia grain?
Or tropical rain?
Or snow from the heavens?
Will I join with the ocean blue?
Or run into a savior true?
And shake hands laughing
And walk through the night, straight to the light
Holding the love I’ve known in my life
And no hard feelings

Avett Brothers - No Hard Feelings

The following was posted along with the announcement of Gerard's passing.
Leonard Cohen - Going Home

For a 2005 interview with Gerard


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